Chapter 316 How did you know? I won’t tell.

Loving one person is something you can’t hide; loving two people, however, you must hide well.

Jiang Nian felt he didn’t need to hide.

He had a clear conscience.

Besides, he couldn’t hide it even if he tried.

He let out a long sigh and continued to bury himself in the problems. Time flowed quickly through the sea of questions, slipping away from his pen tip and the pages of the book.

Holy crap, Moonlight over the Lotus Pond.

During the first self-study session, Old Liu suddenly walked in, even looking back at the self-study schedule.

“It’s Chinese self-study, right?”

“Yes,” someone replied.

Hearing this, Old Liu walked to the podium, tapped on the multimedia desk, and said,

“Ahem, everyone, pause for a moment. I need to emphasize something here. The first round of review is about to end, and everyone needs to pay attention…”

Over the next ten minutes, Old Liu mentioned the end date of the first round of review.

He also hinted that the six-city joint exam at the end of the month would be set to college entrance exam standards. The difficulty of the paper would be relatively high, roughly on par with the first mock exam.

Next, he brought up some class trivialities.

Finally, he suddenly brought up the topic of preventing puppy love, subtly referencing the young couples from the coming-of-age ceremony that morning, with a strong tone of warning.

Jiang Nian stroked his chin, thinking to himself that the four of them had nothing to do with what Old Liu was talking about.

Case closed, he was a model student.

The classroom was brightly lit. Old Liu spoke from the podium while scanning the class with his eyes. Wherever he looked, those with something to hide lowered their heads.

It wasn’t until his gaze met Jiang Nian’s eyes that he felt a bit flustered.

If it were an ordinary student, he could use a drop in joint exam scores as an excuse. If the other party’s grades dropped, he would immediately move them to a different group.

But this trick wouldn’t work, what a headache.

Forget it, he’d talk to him when his grades dropped.

Old Liu sighed and waved at Tao Ran.

“Class representative, come up and play Newsweek.”

At these words, the class instantly fell silent. Then, a burst of cheers erupted.

“Holy crap!! We’re watching TV!”

“Hooray!!”

“Old Liu seems like a human today!”

The sudden “Newsweek” allowed everyone in the class to take a small breather. The lights were turned off, the curtains were drawn, and the classroom door was closed.

The sudden blackout displeased a small portion of people who intended to do problems.

“Why turn off the lights? I don’t want to watch.”

“Couldn’t they just turn off the front lights? Is it necessary to turn off all of them?”

“Stop whining, if you want to do problems, get out!”

“What the hell did you say?”

Old Liu had already left, probably to his office for tea. After all, he was no longer a high school student and wasn’t interested in Newsweek.

The responsibility for resolving the conflict naturally fell on the class cadres.

The Holy Emperor sat silently in the first row, alone in the bright hall.

Right Prime Minister Cai Xiaoqing rubbed his temples, stood up, unable to bear it any longer. He first stopped the argument, then offered a solution.

“Turn off the lights at the front of the classroom, but not the back lights. Those who want to do problems, move a stool and sit in the back. Those who want to watch Newsweek, move a stool and sit in the front.”

When his words fell, everyone had no further objections.

So, with a click, the lights in the first four rows went out. On the podium, the Minister of Rites, Tao Ran, calmly opened the multimedia and searched for beast-eared girls.

He typed halfway, realized it wasn’t his own computer, and then started backspacing.

Fortunately, he had typed an acronym, and the class was too busy arguing. No one noticed what happened on the multimedia.

When they looked up, it was already Newsweek.

With a rustle, those who had been arguing fiercely, for the sake of Face, stiffened their necks and swaggered to the front with their stools to watch the video intently.

Similarly, some people in the front also wanted to do problems.

So, with a rustle, they walked to the back, but the classroom aisle was narrow. Only ten people in the back rows moved, so the last row became the preferred choice.

And then, Chen Yunyun arrived.

She didn’t bring a stool; she sat directly in Li Hua’s spot.

As for that guy Li Hua… He ran to the front to watch Newsweek. The scoundrel complained that it was too bright in the back and he couldn’t get into the mood for watching videos there.

Jiang Nian glanced at Chen Yunyun and, seeing her holding a test paper, couldn’t help but be curious.

“When is the math test paper due?”

Chen Yunyun thought for a moment, “Next Monday, I think.”

“You’re trying to act cute, aren’t you?” Jiang Nian pointed.

“Huh?” She looked bewildered, but was still quite happy, smiling as she said, “I don’t need to act, I already am…”

“Alright, no self-praise,” Jiang Nian interrupted her.

The atmosphere was as usual, but Jiang Nian felt a chill down his back. He had a bad premonition, but when he turned around, he found nothing.

Zhang Ningzhi was diligently doing her homework, each stroke careful and serious.

Seeing this, Jiang Nian felt relieved.

“Where were we just now?”

The two of them were just chatting about ordinary topics, as normal as could be.

“Acne,” Chen Yunyun replied.

Hearing this, Jiang Nian looked at her fair, delicate skin and couldn’t help but be stunned.

“You get acne?”

He had an acne-immune Physique and didn’t need to deliberately restrict his diet.

Perhaps it was because his diet had never changed since childhood. Coupled with his love for exercise, his body’s Qi and blood circulation were good.

Most people who get acne are probably due to surging hormones during puberty, along with a diet heavy in oil and salt, and staying up late like an immortal.

This leads to oily skin, anxiety-induced hair loss, declining grades, and then youth just passes by in a daze.

For example, Xu Qianqian and Song Xiyun, who were both good students and beautiful, also didn’t get acne. This was partly due to natural beauty.

And partly due to good habits from a young age.

For instance, Xu Qianqian’s feet were fair and tender, and had no odor.

On one hand, it was because her feet didn’t sweat much, and on the other hand, when she was a little loli, she would wash her feet with shower gel every time she bathed.

Plus, she would soak her feet in hot water every day, then meticulously dry them with a towel.

What? How did Jiang Nian know?

He wouldn’t say.

“Not me, it’s the girl who did my makeup,” Chen Yunyun said, “Because I don’t know how to thank her, I plan to give her an acne-clearing mask.”

“That’s not very good, wouldn’t that remind her?” Jiang Nian said.

“Oh, then I’ll change it.”

The evening self-study passed in a blink of an eye.

Before school ended, Jiang Nian wanted to squeeze Zhang Ningzhi’s hand, but failed.

He didn’t take it to heart, whistling as he left.

Failure is the mother of success; if he couldn’t squeeze it today, he’d surely squeeze it tomorrow. Descendants… No, constant dripping wears away the stone, and Ningzhi won’t be hard for many days.

As he passed the front of the classroom, Jiang Nian habitually turned his head to look inside.

He happened to meet Li Qingrong’s gaze as she was packing her bag, a fleeting moment. As he walked towards the corridor, he thought to himself that tomorrow seemed to be the weekend.

Weekend seat change… front and back desks with the Holy Emperor.

On the third floor, Jiang Nian and Xu Qianqian exchanged a glance on the stairs. Then they walked down together with the crowded flow of people, only meeting up downstairs.

“Phew, today is finally over,” Xu Qianqian exhaled a turbid breath after going downstairs, looking at the hazy sky.

“Why?” Jiang Nian asked.

“Nothing, I was just thinking about what to do tomorrow afternoon when we have a holiday,” Xu Qianqian said.